dream diary #99: oceanic survivors, a top design finalist and me

I posted this status update on my Facebook page the other day:

#1 sign you're addicted to lost -
you're watching a brad pitt movie and when he narrates,
"my name is benjamin..." you're sure he'll complete the sentence with,
"benjamin linus".

And now an even graver sign - seems that the series (and another reality show I'm following) is even creeping into my subconscious as well...

I was walking around my old high school, back and fourth the corridors of grade schoolers, contemplating that I should teach here at least once in my life. English, maybe?

Then I found myself watching a movie in a theater-like venue and it seemed the movie was about the fates of the Oceanic Flight 815 survivors in the fictional TV show Lost. In the movie, there was an ambiguous part wherein a man (or monster) dressed up like a soldier was inflated back to life. It was unclear in the movie whether this man was a rescuer or something brought to the island to kill everyone. Back at school the next day, the next events that unfolded made me suddenly become part of that show. I was with Jack, Kate, Sawyer and a whole bunch of other people I knew from real life, plus a newfound friend, a really tall handsome (gay) guy who might just be Preston Lee, one of the stronger finalists of Top Design Season 2 (who became blond in this dream). We watched as this man/monster resurrected from its box. Unfortunately for us, he turned out to be a killer.

We ran for our lives, to the gym, where there were a lot of people and thus he won't easily recognize us. I didn't know I could run that fast. A few people were already settled in the gym bleachers, including Jack, Kate and Sawyer. The latter two were on top of the bleachers seemingly engaged in a very intimate conversation and this upset Jack. So upset that when I asked him for help, to grab my hand because I was having trouble climbing their part of the bleachers, he refused. When did Jack turn to be so callous? Eventually he helped me out but it was only a few moments later that we felt the "soldier" monster had followed us to the gym.

Chaos ensued and we quickly ran down the bleachers again. I concentrated on sliding down the steps, that wasn't so difficult, but when I thought I was far enough to be safe, I also realized that I've separated myself from the others. Maybe that's just the best thing that could happen. The monster will have trouble getting us all now.

Outside the school, people were all waiting for their rides home. An acquaintance was talking to me, obviously not aware of what was really happening and was offering me a ride. But I said I'm staying for a while. When I said that, I wasn't sure why, then I realized I wanted to wait for the others. Surely they'd go out this way, too. I didn't wait very long, for a small group of my former companions came out of the gate and was to ride a jeepney. I took one of their hands and we hugged tight, it was a reunion of relief (that we were all safe) and longing. I felt I belonged with these people.

I wept out of exhaustion and happiness at finding these people again. I was hoping someone would comfort me but I guess everyone was crying inwardly, too that nobody had any energy to reach out. Then I asked the girl beside me, what happened to the others? Instead of telling me about the other survivors, she told me all about this group of guys from a younger batch in my high school and what they do now. I let her finish then so as not to embarrass her, I whispered to her ear "I meant Jack, Kate and Sawyer, what happened to them?"

I wasn't expecting the response. I thought they just headed to a different direction or traveled to another time, but when she started to speak with tears in her eyes, a lump formed in my throat. They were all dead. The monster soldier killed them. The girl even had a record of "The Incident" in what appears to be a small TV. I didn't bother to see it and was overcome by a wave of sadness. I then wondered what happened to everybody else not on this jeepney - Juliet? Sun? Sayid?

As our jeepney made a turn into a beautiful boulevard, I guess all we have to do is to be thankful that we're alive. I squeezed the hand of the person sitting at the opposite side of the jeepney (who happened to be Preston's) and smiled.

Lost Season 5 finale is on tonight at Wednesday, US time 9/10c.

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* Photo credits from http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress.com and http://bloggingtopdesign.blogspot.com/